Just an idea that struck me while I was on my bed the other night. I just hope no one has posted any story of this kind yet…if someone has, kindly tell me who and they title of the story so I can check it out.

This is sort of like a parody of some sort.

Kind of long…but, well, here it goes…

Thanks.

Evolution

I. Unohana Retsu's Hair

Everyone wondered why her hair was done that way, being braided in the front. Oh well, she thought as she sipped on her cup of tea. Everyone was fooled by how she looked, so calm, and so much so when they knew she was captain of the fourth division. The weakest division, humph, she snorted into her cup, let's see who will be weak when she sets a schedule on their treating time. If only Yamamoto Sou-taichou would permit her. That old man, probably because he was prone to coming in at inconvenient times to be treated and by her, no less.

That old man.

So why does she keep her hair that way?

Her hair wasn't done that way since the start of time. Oh no, in fact her hair was one of the finest in soul society. Long, black, and shining, complimenting her oval-shaped face. But it kept getting in the way of her movements. When she would be taking out her zanpakutou, when she takes a bath (it's so hard to maintain by the way), when she was running after some hollow.

In her first year in the fourth division, she had decided to braid it, not in her front, mind you, but a long flowing braid at her back. Still, it kept getting in the way. One day, she had an amazing idea. Why not braid it at her front? So she did.

"Wow, Unohana-san, your hair...it's so…it's so unique."

Was that an insult or a compliment?

"Your hair…?"

"Why ever did you do that to your hair?"

"Unohana-san…are you…are you alright?"

She sighed. The best comment she got for her hair?

"It…matches you. I guess."

II. Byakuya Kuchiki's kenseikan

Wearing kenseikan was not at all required for a noble to wear. On special occasions, and other such important happenings was it worn. Only him, as the twenty-eighth generation of the famous noble Kuchiki family wore it almost everyday. He thought it makes one look distinguished and esteemed. Hisana has once remarked on it, "You look distinguished and esteemed already, especially if you keep that look on your face. Were you born with that expression? Anyways, those kenseikan look like hair cur---"

He knew just how to stop her from saying anything degrading to him. He smiled bitersweetly at that memory.

Ah. The kenseikan?

Well, he remembered when he first saw it. He was a kid back then, very impressionable, and he saw his father wear it. He thought how he looked up to him and he was thinking, some day, some day, it will then be my turn to wear it. Then I will look as esteemed, distinguished and respectable as my father. Some day, some day.

He was indeed very impressionable.

He doesn't remember the occasion, but ever since then, his mind hasn't strayed far from that kenseikan. It was as elusive as his bankai back in those days. But he got his kenseikan first before his bankai.

He passed by a mirror and saw his reflection. Stopping for a moment to think how distinguished he looked.

III. Kenpachi Zaraki's hair

It was the first time he ever heard of something called 'gel'. It was to be placed on your hair. He remembered that day as fresh as if it was yesterday. It was the first day he became captain of the eleventh division, too.

Yachiru was playing with some of the old captain's things when she shrieked, "Ken-chan! Ken-chan!"

He had turned to the kid and saw her hands dripping with that gooey thing.

"What's that?"

"I dunno. But it feels cold, see?"

And she raised her hands, causing some of it to drop on top of her head.

A few minutes later.

"Ken-chan, my hair feels hard." She whined, now and then poking the top of her head with one little hand.

He went over to her, he was also inspecting some of the old captain's things to see whether some of them could still be useful or not, and placed a large hand on her head. It felt as if her hair had been glued.

"Hmmm."

He was thinking.

"Yachiru, where'd you get it?"

He fished out a couple of containers and dipped his hand into it. It was squishy. He combed his hands through his hair and saw his reflection in the mirror. His hair looked wet.

Yachiru, who had by that time, climbed into a high enough cabinet, started playing with his hair. Piling it on top of his head then forming them into long spikes. He was…liking it.

"Taichou?" a soft voice spoke from the door.

"Hn?" he grunted.

The door opened and he faced it. The young shinigami looked appalled, afraid, shocked, surprised and whatever you can associate all of those words with all at once.

That was the minute he decided to keep this hairstyle.

Of course, that was the day before he found those little bells.

Well, what do you think?

Were they in character or were they oc?

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